The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, 'em out, clear 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you fo' real and you ain't Universal Your whole sounds like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest the mic apparatus Challengin' the God of rap is madness, snatch your status With this ugly billboard, you could stop them But I got albums to make my own top ten
You limited the spread of traffic You bite my style off the So when you speak you bet I the static You better chill out like, Chuck, I like three, Norrises One of my bar rhymes is eight of your choruses Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to indispicuous Gotcha, on your hands and it about time for some real emcees?
The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here
Uh, we on a tonight When you see me comin', I don't front, I People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about To say the least, with a history It no mystery, these rappers wanna get with me My people see that, all they hear is stop hittin' me, huh Stop beatin' me, Chris, you want to help my career, Well, you can help if you exist, huh
I think 'bout time we stop these pop rappers Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop does to me Does it to you? My crew If it does, you what the hell to do Throw your guns in the air, pump it like, Let these bitch ass rappers we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off Tell 'em KRS you they at the end of they days
Let me tell you, let's hip hop a lift And don't buy Nelly's album on June fifth That'll send a message to all 'em sellouts House nigga rapper, your bottom fell out You even know how I told you I wasn't about you then But I'm about you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes right Even St. Louis don't you